A Myrddraal has less cunning than a woman, and a Trolloc fights with more honor. And a goat has more sense. — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
Women," Mat declared as he rode Pips down the dusty, little-used road, "are like mules." He frowned. "Wait. No. Goats. Women are like goats. Except every flaming one thinks she's a horse instead, and a prize racing mare to boot.… — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
“It was an odd thing Tam had taught him. Concentrate on a single flame and feed all your passions into it—fear, hate, anger—until your… — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
“Relax, lad. Take life as it comes. Run when you have to, fight when you must, rest when you can.” — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
There was a wild light in his eyes. "Bring your lightnings, Aes Sedai. I will dance with them. — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
My mother always told me the best way to learn to deal with a man was to learn to ride a mule. She said… — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
“The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, Perrin. We’ve become what we needed to become.” Perrin” — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
“All of you, fare well, and may you shelter in the palm of the Creator’s hand.” — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
“Stay and get married, or travel the Ways." Loial grimaced ruefully. "Life is very unsettling with ta'veren for friends.” — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
“Who would sup with the mighty must climb the path of daggers. -Anonymous notation found inked in the margin of a manuscript history (believed… — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
Men always seem to refuse to admit they are sick until they're sick enough to make twice as much work for women. Then they… — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
